Friday Fictioneers – Magic Door

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

They called it the magic door. Crowds would gather outside, peering in. When Harvey pushed his way to the front and squinted at the glass, all he saw was a dim hallway beyond, with some tatty overcoats hanging from hooks.

And then. The reflection of mama crossing the street, shopping bag swinging from her hand. Mama, dead these seven years. He whirled. But the street was empty.

Perhaps, he’d find her again if he went in. Throwing his shoulder against the door, he crashed through. Black and white tiles, and a flock of coats nattering like old ravens.


Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

67 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Magic Door

  1. I like this, Neil. I daresay those “coats” will put the jacket onto him just fine. Kinda the effect I was hoping to capture with mine and failed miserably.

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  2. Reading these comments shows what an excellent story this is, sparking people’s imaginations in so many ways. My take on it was to wonder what would happen to the magic memories now he’s crashed through the door. Trying to seize what you love by violence is seldom a good idea!

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